In one of my earlier posts I mentioned how Than LOVES pie...well, I happen to LOVE pickles. I mean, I really, REALLY love them. I love dill pickles, spicy pickles, pickle spears, baby pickles, those weird pickle-esque things you get a Quiznos... I love eating them in the afternoon as an after-work snack. I love them on sandwiches and in salads. And I really love restaurants that set out big bowls of pickles on your table (kind of like chips-and-salsa) to start your meal. (I know of at least two such restaurants in the State of Colorado.) In college two of my friends came back from fall break with homemade pickles from their respective mothers (food preservation...its an Idaho thing) and I begged and begged for a taste. I begged so much Autumn finally gave me an entire jar for my birthday. I found myself begging again last fall when Jon Pineau brought home some pickles his parents had just made. He was reluctant to share and I can't say I blame him.
This fall Jon's dad Dick invited Than and I over for a pickling party on Labor Day. We bought pickling cucumbers at the Golden Farmer's Market and used one of our wedding gift cards to buy a canning set-up (thanks Diane & Wendy!)
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| Than stuffing cucumbers, dill, jalapenos, pickling spice, and mustard seed into our jars. |
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| I boiled the vinegar mix while Than prepped the jars. |
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| Pouring the hot vinegar mix over the cucumbers. |
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| Boiling our tasty soon-to-be pickles! |
We have yet to open a jar, but I will be sure to let you know how they turned out when we do. We traded a few jars with Dick so we could taste test both recipes. YEAH PICKLES!
